"Why are you smiling?"
I asked.
The two were dead. Gone. They would never see the sun again. And yet, here they were, holding hands and smiling.
"Because everything is going to be ok."
He said.
But how? Nothing would be ok. Nothing.
"When was the last time you smiled?"
She asked.
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Letters to Death
ParanormalSuicide notes are meant for the living, not for Death. He takes them anyways.
